رائحة

أغتسل

لبس أفخم ما لديه، و أكثرها غلاء

تعطر

نظر فى المراة

أبتسم

أعجبه ما راه فيها

غادر منزله

لم يبالى حتى بان يلقى التحية على صغاره أو زوجه

أستقل سيارته كى يلقى صحبه

فى المجلس الكل القى عليه التحية

بعد برهة

هال الجميع ما وصل الى أنوفهم

غادروا المجلس الواحد تلو الاخر

و قبل خروجهم،  ينظر اليه كل واحد و يلقى عليه نظرة قرف

أصاب وسيم الهلع، ثم رفع ذراعه كى يشم تحت إبطه، كاد يغمى عليه، هو مصدر الرائحة

رائحة نتنة تغلفه، لا يدرى من أين جاءت، فقد أغتسل، ثم تعطر بأثمن الطيب و أجوده

ثم ما لبس ان تذكر

فقد سرق مال هذا

سفك دم هذا

زنى بهذه و تلك

ظلم، تجبر، تكبر، أفسد، و على و بغى فى الارض

‘وسيم فى العلن القاضى، العابد، القانت، الصائم، التقى، الورع، لكنه فى السر يقول لابليس ’قم حتى أجلس مكانك‘

Eating the Other: Desire & Resistance-Bell Hooks

 

To make one’s self vulnerable to the seduction of difference, to seek an encounter
with the Other, does not require that one relinquish forever one’s mainstream
positionality. When race and ethnicity become commodified as resources for pleasure,
the culture of specific groups, as well as the bodies of individuals, can be seen as
constituting an alternative playground where members of dominating races, genders,
sexual practices affirm their power-over in intimate relations with the Other.

Amina Hussein

There’re those lines from a very famous Arabic poem that I remember in times when I find no one at all to talk to or to be beside me, then my mind goes back to the few very great human beings that were once upon time in my life whom many of them were the same age as my deceased grandparents, the lines from the poem are as follows:


سيذكرني قومي أذا جد جدهم وفي الليله الظلماء يفتقد البدر

 

The poet says : My people will remember me when the tides are so high and things are damn tough, for in dark nights people do miss the moon.

 

On a day like this I want to talk about my very kind neighbor  (Amina Hussein) whom was as  a grand mother  and friend  to me. Amina was in her 60’s or 70’s am not sure but she had the most youthful heart and soul any young person could ever have. I would go and sit beside her in front of her house or inside it and then we would chat about everything (Politics, love, life, people, me & everything in between).

Granny Amina Hussein may the lord bless her soul was like me an observer and deep thinker, she would sit there and record everything inside her brain and then surprise you with her vast analysis. She became suddenly ill, and I used to visit her at her house after work, and try to make her cheer up. Days before her death I went to visit her and was covering myself with a garment and she liked it very much, her eyes were shinning like a child who just found Ali-Baba cave full of candies, and she touched the garment saying it had been years since she had something similar, I asked her what was her favourite color? She told me, and I went to the market and bought her a more beautiful one than mine, days later Amina died, but I didn’t attend the funeral, I don’t go to funerals, and death in general breaks my heart.

 

She left me, I lost a granny and a very wise and kind friend. She left behind also her husband and kids, I didn’t know how to help her husband except by making a monthly small donation for him. He also died, after becoming ill, truth is he wasn’t himself after he lost his companion, in some way he died the day he lost his wife, and I regret not helping him better.

 

 

Who Is Wise?

 

Who is wise?
The one who learns from every person…
Who is brave?
The one who subdues his negative inclination…
Who is rich?
The one who is appreciates what he has…
Who is honored?
The one who gives honor to others…


(Talmud – Avot 4:1)